spring

my lips coated

slick of your sweet pollen.

i am allergic to

pretty things.

your love’s thick

bud; round, spongy.

you let me

tear the thin petals.

Screaming:

Do you love me?

Do you love me not?

i am full of pink honey

heat, you are my life source.

i will soon go back to protecting

my nest.

let me see your eyes glow

red-like; hot with pleasant tears.